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Recorded and Mixed by
Chris Steinmetz
Stonecutter Records Recording Studios
LYRICS:
Calmly hear the shells revolving
Appalling so much my fault Iām sorry
Itās falling, I think the sky is falling, Godās Calling
His faith went down the sink, living unlawfully, itās haunting
Praying God do something now this taunting
Could cause me to slap a fake troll cause theyāre talking ballsy
And halting that punk from speaking claims in feeds insulting
As always they run quick for their homies, quit ya talking!
Wanna diss him? Body victims, Lord forgive us, Chuck thatās mean
Not a Christian? Unrepentant, so admit it, Stop those sins
So consistent, know the instant, post they click it, who is he??
Wonder if itās gone get explicit
Donāt know just listen where this might lead
Just stay a minute, I aināt a gimmick
Just playing with it, maybe Nateāll see
The way I mimicked the way he spit this
So maybe this one can finally
Relate a little to your brain and chisel
My name until ya notice that we
Should make a single and call it āSinnerā
But Saveable!! You Following??
Iām new music in a tape deck
Iām like trading in your bar for a used keg
Iām like grabbing ya boss ringing his neck
Cause you got days off and a blank check
Iām like using left hands with a polo net
Iām like washing your kicks on your first step
Iām like saying Bill Gates saying COVID is a huge hoaxā¦
(where am i going with this)
Unbelievable yes yes it's achievable
Seems I felt its barely feasible
Cause that mind I haveās dysfunctional
I laugh at you when itās not a joke
Wonāt pretend to make the sleazy dough
Cats just want that paper sign they soul
My shrinkās job seemed unreachable
But Iām not dead see it wasnāt nope, no hundreds tho
Big obstacles that I fight just because Iām broke
My gears spin fast as rockets go
Punchlines I rhyme are off the globe!
Yeaā¦ be honest though
Wordplays Iāll use, whoās topping those?
Meet perfection, yo howās it going??
Growing each song, about to blow!!
Keep a glock like police
I donāt play around, you donāt know me
Used to run the block selling ozās
I donāt know why God Chose me?
Iām a sinner looking up like Show me
Thank my God, I aināt the old me
Otherwise these clowns that ātroll meā
Would all get a bat to both knees, bat to both knees!!
Woo! Boots to my fitted
Yall couldnāt out me if yāall was the exit
Ripping this beat, slaughter the track and Iām out
Flow shoulda been bought a kingdom
Keep it official, fought for this place
From out of the grave, I had to go get it
I been on the rise, iām doing alright
I made a few bucks, my raps getting bigger!
The love that i get just continues to climb
Haters are dissing me, good then Iām hot
Jump out in crowds like heās a rock
Band out on tour, ya better not drop me!!
Saint Mesus might be dreaming but ahh!
If ya donāt even shoot, then you miss every shot
I think the odds of Nate know this drops
Ok, I admit it, thatās over the top. Not!
Fear in my head like look never try to step ya foot
Or youāll drowned real quick for looking away
You know you canāt swim (clap clap)
Now yāall shook, best not be the clown to push
Me to my beast side, Iām growing dog, but Iām still human
One day Iāma hit Nate units
I donāt know about that, but I did do the best I could
(BRIDGE)
Hollywood Hollywood, I got a song called Hollywood
And told yāall Iād never go Hollywood
Ya aināt heard it yet then you probably should
Hollywood Hollywood, I got a song called Hollywood
And told yāall Iād never go Hollywood
You donāt know about Mesus well you probably should!!
Ok Iām done, verse one was fun
But this one is mine, switch up the rhyme
Go double time, or maybe Iāll triple it
Donāt make no difference, considered a crime
Whenever that Iām, in the vicinity
Of a beat, really donāt know what gets into me
Some kind of energy, entity, feel like divinity
Sonning you rappers like Iām part of the Trinity
Label me hazardous
Say my nameās blasphemous
Canāt scare me with death
You would think my nameās Lazerous
Fact is I mastered this
In my backpack itās
A million or more if I cash is my masters
So donāt be calling me average
Unless you wanting a savage, killing the masses
N lil rappers literally crapping their pants
Every rap that my hand pens
Lands the track in a casket
And you can call this what you want
Long as you call it a classic! And thatās it!!
I'm ending this song how I started this song, calm n relaxed
I left you message dog, call ya boy back
Cause Iāve been rocking with your music homie
Going all the way back to āAll that I Haveā dog thatās a fact
Just like the fact I just slaughtered this track...yeeah!!